Whatever that means
Spent the day in Glasgow at the Games. Having seen all the advice about using public transport and having seen the reports of public transport on Facebook and Twitter, we drove straight to St Enoch’s Square with no delays at all and parked 100 yards from Glasgow Green. Result.
The Green itself was like T in the Park without music or drunk chavs comatose on the grass. Good fun, utterly dreadful food and warm flat beer.
Lots of people taking selfies in front of Clyde.